Yesterday begins at the Heathrow Airport with a live piano recital of the evergreen Olympics theme from the movie, The Chariots of Fire. The piano playing lady is pretty and well dressed, and seems to belong better at the Royal Albert Hall. London is trying her very best!
The promised Games Lanes update - motorists ranted and they raved during yesterday morning's commute but traffic hell was far from breaking loose. It's difficult on the roads but impossible by no means. In a manner of speaking, it is Business As Abnormal.
In what turned out to be an Indian summer's day - 30 deg C and hot sunshine - I leave late evening, camera bag in tow, for the Tower Bridge. The resolve is to see the huge Olympic rings suspended across the top of the bridge. But see the rings I certainly don't when I get right down below the tower Bridge. The bridge itself looks magnificant but the rings are tucked into the roof, almost too shy to show themselves.
"Whatz 'appened to them rings?" asks one old Cockney lady of the other. "They're savin' 'em, Luv," is the sardonic response of her equally old buddy. Saving them or not this did not help any. I waited and I waited even asking a professional Olympics photographer from Tokyo for any lowering the rings information salvation. He was as non-plussed as I was.
Patience is a virtue. I waited some more. And more. More than 3 hours and still "them rings" are being "saved". At 9 pm I get ousted from the grounds of the Tower of London which offer great viewing positions of the Tower Bridge. Leave the grounds but continue to hang on further down the river bank, more in hope than expectation.